I’m somewhere over the United States right now, I imagine, headed north (and to my tinies! and my husband! and reasonable weather!) but I wanted to take a moment to round up my favourite posts from the team for the past week so that no one misses them – they are so good.

I have loved walking the dust of Haiti with this group of people: they have been a gift to me, and they are a gift to the world.  And they make me laugh really hard.

Jennie Allen

When people feel familiar :: When people feel familiar… there are no longer excuses as to why we won’t help. We just help because we love them. We help because they are our friends.

Mary deMuth

4 Myths about Haiti :: Myth One: Haitians are lazy and are only looking for handouts. 

Jen Hatmaker

Mopping Haiti :: And something in my heart went…snap. I want to take the makeshift mop out of her tiny hands and break it into one million pieces. I want to scream and pull every hair out of my head. I want her to not be mopping the dirt outside of her filthy tent where she has lived for nearly two years. I want her not to be here in this terrifying place while my five babes are being tucked neatly into their safe, warm beds with their bellies full and our life the picture of security. I want her to stop mopping that damn dirt, because it is so futile and unfair and broken and everything, everything about this is wrong.  I am on the verge of rupturing, when she looks at me…and smiles. And the little ones behind her, they smile too.

Kristen Howerton

The Lack of a Family is the Greatest Form of Poverty :: Before I understood attachment issues, I would have been delighted to be in a situation where I could lavish affection on orphans I had just met. Now that I understand it better (and have kids of my own), I realize that this kind of affection-seeking-from-strangers behavior is a sign of a lack of attachment to parental figures.  Today, it broke my heart as these children burrowed their heads into my tummy and encircled me in their arms, embracing me like they were hungry for love.

Deidra Riggs

My View from Haiti: Can.Do. :: There is no disputing the fact that a challenge of this size is enough to make a person decide it’s not worth it; or that there aren’t enough resources; or that they need a bigger team, bank account, or skill set. In your ministry, your work, your vocation, your day-to-day, you may feel as if the challenge is insurmountable. If so, I’d like to share something Pastor St. Cyr shared with us today: “Don’t wait to go big. Do what you can. What you can do, matters.”

Duane Scott

when the world gives you a fistbump (and it changes your life):: Trying to hold it together because the last thing these children need are more tears, especially tears of a $3 Starbuck-guzzling American. I feel so disrespectful, peeking this way into their lives and the last thing I want to be is a poverty tourist so I shake hands with every frail man and hug every child and it all just feels so little.  I told myself I would never play the guilt-card of sad pictures coupled with sad stories but all day, the guilt-card is being played on me and it happens somewhere in the Tent City, I just… break.

Dan King

On the Importance of Coming Back :: This “coming back” thing is a theme that keeps popping up. Even yesterday as we walked around a small community in mountains we were told, “It’s okay to walk around here on your own, because they know us. They always say, ‘you are the people who always come back‘.”

Mike Rusch

Haiti Day One:: Haiti is a tragically, beautiful place & within a few short minutes I found myself asking “can Haiti truly be saved?”   If I’m truly honest, my immediate impression was no.  However, after today & witnessing the work taking place here, I’m starting to think it may actually be possible.

And one from me

In which God doesn’t look the same anymore :: A trio of little gap-toothed little girls gathered close to me, and they told me, through a translator, that they knew I was a mama. You know, I am most vulnerable about one part of my body: my baby-belly (three Bessey babies in 4 and a half years will do that to a girl), it’s the part of myself I want to hide and camouflage, but these girls, they rubbed my belly, and burrowed there, kissing it, they said, “you must be a mama” and the truth is yes, I’m marked as a mama, I know this, it shows, and it makes me soft, and I started to laugh because, well, what a joy.

I imagine I’ll write about Haiti again after I settle back into my routine, and have an opportunity to process a bit more. Right now: OVERWHELMED is a good word to describe me.

I want to get home, kiss my husband, and grab all of those babies to my mama-belly, go to bed, and just forget the Internet exists for a while.

See you in a bit then.

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